The audacity! Margo Kess/Prowler Earth-42

Why did you make it?

Margo cocked her head cutely, looking at him, blinking those devastating brown eyes at him, waiting for a reaction or a response, and Miles felt terrifyingly off balance for a second. He felt compelled to say something-anything-even if it made no sense.

"H...hey." He replied softly, so softly that he didn't recognize his own voice.

Despite only meeting her twice, Margo had a way to turn him into nothing but a pool of mess.

Miles could only hold Margo's eyes for a few more seconds before shyly glancing away. Under her gaze, he felt strangely shy. At first he didn't understand why, but the answer to that question was becoming clearer than day itself with every second spent with her.

Avoiding her gaze was rather troubling because he desperately wanted her to look at him but also wanted to crawl into a ball the moment her eyes were on him.

He released a breath he wasn't even aware he had been holding when Margo grinned and lowered her hand. While the attractive girl was distracted, he took a few deep breaths. He felt his confidence return after a few seconds. "You can't just copyright something like that." He bit.

"I just did." She grinned triumphantly and turned away from him. He walked to her side.

"Imma call it the✨ Margo touch."✨She said this, moving her hand in the air as if the words were in the sky.

"Yeah, nah. That sucks." He rained on her parade, and despite that, she smiled at him saying. "I know. And I love it." That smile of hers almost caused Miles' death-literally. Surprised by it, he took an unintentional step back, forgetting that the area behind him had just been destroyed.

He caught himself in time, moving closer to her, relieved that Margo was more preoccupied with plagiarizing someone else's work than with his own death. His eyes suddenly crossed paths with those of his uncle, who wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Face dripping with embarrassment Miles averted his gaze. He was absolutely certain that his uncle was never gonna let this die.

Casting that as something he'd deal with later, Miles cleared his throat. "Anyways, what brings you here?" He inquired. "I take it that you didn't come all the way here just to plagiarize the shoulder touch?" He leaned in, teasing, his lively demeanor shining through.

Margo felt her heart jump at the tantalizing distance between them. She forced herself to break the eye contact between her and Miles. Earning a small smile from him. The little bit of blush on her face didn't go unnoticed by him.

She reached into the pocket of her oversized hoodie, which reached the back of her knees. Miles watched with keenness as she pulled out a watch.

I came to give you this." She said, and instead of taking a watch and thanking her, Miles stared at her. A question plaguing his mind, and that was when the reality of the situation hit the young genius.

Why did she bring him the watch? Why did she do it without even consulting Miguel? She had no idea and prayed that he wouldn't ask her such questions, but as Miles' gaze moved back and forth between the watch and her eyes, she knew the question would come.

"Thanks." He said, and she didn't know if he had read her mind and had decided to spare her, but either way, she was grateful. As Miles reached for the watch, his hand brushed against Margo's for a second, and she pulled back, almost dropping the watch.

"Sorry.." He whispered, putting the watch on, his face noticeably darker. Had he done that on purpose? He had no idea, yet he wasn't disappointed with the outcome.

Miles had completely forgotten about the watch he had made himself until Aaron slid in, grabbing his shoulder and pulling tight against himself before saying it in the proudest voice.

"You know Miles made his own, right?" Miles frowned at his uncle, but whatever he was feeling vanished the minute Margo glanced back and forth between him and his uncle in pure interest.

"Wait what?"

"You can't possibly be serious."

"You fr did that?" With each hasty question she let out, he felt pride flood his gut for impressing her.

While Margo was still going off, Aaron pressed his shoulders against Miles', forcing him to look at his uncle. He gave his nephew a proud smile. "I did that."

Miles would've rolled his eyes and laughed if that small brag from his uncle didn't have Margo in their house now sitting on the couch next to him, looking at the watch he made.

"This is amazing." She exclaimed as she examined the watch. "It seems like I have to work on it a bit more to make sure it won't be duplicated again." She spoke to no one, necessarily. Before looking up at Miles through her long eyelashes.

He flinched, a warm sensation warming his stomach.

"But, why did you make it?" When she asked, that feeling transformed into claws grabbing his heart.

"Huh? I -well." He swallowed. How was he supposed to answer that-

"You probably wanted to see your dad, right?" She replied, Slah offered, before returning her gaze to the watch. Her delicate fingertips skimmed over the edges, scrutinizing every detail.

Margo was impressed. Miles was able to replicate the watch and perfect it without using any material from her or Miguel's dimensions.

This wasn't helping her case of wanting to see the mysterious boy from Earth 42. She'd always had a thing for knowledgeable people, so-

Miles nodded quickly, and the conversation would have finished there if Arron hadn't added his two cents as he walked toward the door.

"Yep," he said cheerfully, confirming Margo's hunch before adding. "and to see one particular girl." That comment took Miles by surprise.

"Uncle!!!" Standing up, Miles practically yelled, and Aaron smiled-grinned at his nephew's timid face. It was refreshing to see him in this state. He sat back down with a huff.

Margo blinked a few times before noticing the uneasy sensation in her stomach. Her hands, clutching the watch, lowered her lap slowly. Her eyes' radiance faded slightly.

"Oh." Her voice was faint when she made that sound, which drew both Miles and Aaron's attention to her deflated self.

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly into a smirk as he grasped what was going on. He then lifted an eyebrow at Margo as if to say, "Really?"

She was smarter than this, and he knew it.

It took Margo a second to meet his eyes again and another half-second to realize what he meant.

"oh, Oh!" When she did, her eyes widened, and she straightened her back. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what he meant.

Margo slowly looked at Miles, who, realizing what she had discovered, nervously looked away toward the window.

"Oh."